Her greatest treasures born of a will not her own.
A spore will mushroom in the warm shade of the tree.
Carried by the wind and uprooted with ease, she draws every day from the soil.
A poetry prompt from:
This is my attempt at the ancient Koan form of Chinese poetry.
Your metaphor of the mushroom was unexpected and added incredible dimension to the poem as a whole.
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Very lovely koan ~ The mushroom is a hardy plant, a survivor ~
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly deep and shares an entire philosophy in four lines. So well done!
ReplyDeleteI love the thoughts of the mushroom and the relationship!
ReplyDeleteFascinating and vivid~ I loved it~